Ashley Koch

I live with my husband, Bryan, our baby, Sebastian Neville, and our dog, Yasmine, in a tiny basement apartment in Greeley, Colorado. Greeley is not the pretty, mountainous part of Colorado you're thinking of, but the the flat, boring, agricultural part of the plains of Colorado, complete with gang violence, socioeconomic disparity, and a slaughterhouse with all the smells of cow blood and death that come with that. But it's growing on me. I guess. We have frozen yogurt now, so it's not so bad.

I'm finishing up my degree in broadcast journalism at the University of Northern Colorado. I love to hear peoples' stories, give a voice to those who need it, and arm people with information. I'm also a videographer for the university, making me simultaneously a working mom, a work-at-home mom, a stay-at-home mom, and a college student. It's not actually as crazy as it sounds.

2011 was the craziest year of my life, when our house was burglarized only to be followed by a gang shooting there two weeks later, which left me dealing with anxiety and post-traumatic stress. Later, our house caught on fire, and less than a month after that, I got pregnant. Although it was a stressful year, God used it in huge ways to teach me that He is in complete control of my life and that I don't need to worry about the unknown.

Our year of crazy also taught us the importance of living intentionally, dedicating our lives to loving God rather than following culture. We're working towards living simply and loving others.

I love Jesus, learning, stories, traveling, minimalism, bright colors, acting like a fool, semicolons, Harry Potter, awkward situations, eating things, and going on adventures. On my blog, you'll get a little of all of that.

I'm Tired of Being a Mom

I was sure that motherhood was going to be so fulfilling. I mean, yeah, I knew it would be hard, but hard in a being-super-brave-through-tough-times-like-Florence-Nightingale sort of way, not hard in a grinding, miserable, I-hate-my-life way. Surely I would come out of those long, desperate, sleepless nights glowing with motherly love, just happy to have been able to offer my screaming child even a modicum of comfort. Surely I would be happy to sacrifice any and everything for my kid. Surely I would never, ever resent him....more
I don't think it took even a week after my son was born for me to think, "Oh my God, what have ...more